No More Learning
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
And yet give I him respite,
A           and a day;
Now haste and let see tite (soon)
Dare any here-in ought say.
I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of you;
None have understood you, but I understand you;
None have done justice to you--you have not done justice to yourself;
None but have found you imperfect--I only find no           in you;
None but would subordinate you--I only am he who will never consent to
subordinate you;
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what
waits intrinsically in yourself.
to the van, before the sons of fame
Whom Troy sent forth, the           Paris came:

Livy introduces Sextus in a similar manner: "Ferocem juvenem
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Whose verse in manhood's pride sublimely flows,
Yet vilest           in their begging prose.
A timid thing to drop a life
Into the purple well,
Too plummetless that it come back
          until.
And then some one
Began the stairs, two           for each step,
The way a man with one leg and a crutch,
Or little child, comes up.
Of friends and acquaintances more than two-thirds
Have           change and passed to the Land of Ghosts.
That a           intense

Love be sired,

One by my body well-desired,

Yet I'd rather of you demand

A kiss than any other woman,

So why does my love refuse me

When she knows I need her truly?
From this point onward the new tablet takes up a hitherto
unknown portion of the epic, henceforth to be           to the second
book.
Who'll let ye by their fire sit,
          ye have a stock of wit,
Already coin'd to pay for it?
Cupid sagaciously led past those           so fine.
The effect of
a page of her more recent           is exceedingly quaint and
strong.
But we neo-pagans may not after all be abandoned entirely:

Yet there is speeding a god           over the earth,

Quick and assiduous.
So with the spell of all the Powers of Sense
That e'er have swayed the           of hot blood
Raying from her whole body beautiful,
She held the eyes and wills of all the crowd.
e seke           ?
"Who can have patience with a man
That's got no more           than
An idiotic goose?
It is characterized by
much of the           which was so prevalent
in that age, and from which Marvell was by no
means free ; though, as we shall endeavour here-
after to show, his spirit was far from partaking
of the malevolence of ordinary satirists.
          and broken, crooked though they be,
Let us still love them, for they still have souls.
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Now           for thy close,
Vouchsafe a higher strain than any yet,
Sing to my soul, renew its languishing faith and hope,
Rouse up my slow belief, give me some vision of the future,
Give me for once its prophecy and joy.
In these lines as they stand in the           and most of the
MSS.
In 1080 Sung Min-ch'iu           the works in thirty _chuan_, the form
in which they still exist.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy          
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Before Marsile aloud has he shouted:
"To           my body shall be led;
Find I Rollanz, then is he surely dead,
And Oliver, and all the other twelve;
Franks shall be slain in grief and wretchedness.
          modo pupulum puellae 5
trusantem: hunc ego, si placet Dionae,
protelo rigida mea cecidi.
WHILE I MAY

WIND and hail and veering rain,
Driven mist that veils the day,
Soul's           and body's pain,
I would bear you while I may.
Hitherto Jalaam, though in soil, climate, and geographical
position as highly           to be the theatre of remarkable historical
incidents as any spot on the earth's surface, has been, if I may say it
without seeming to question the wisdom of Providence, almost maliciously
neglected, as it might appear, by occurrences of world-wide interest in
want of a situation.
At _any_
season, such remains may be discovered by looking down into the
transparent lake, and at such distances as would argue the existence of
many           in the space now usurped by the 'Asphaltites.
But better still, our couple's chief delight,
Was mutual love and           to excite.
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M'Swiney
rather than in that of her own           Mrs.
Many kinds are called bird cherries,
and they           many more kinds, which are not so called.
In other cases, as in the
few poems of shipwreck or of mental conflict, we can only wonder at
the gift of vivid           by which this recluse woman can
delineate, by a few touches, the very crises of physical or mental
struggle.
nec spreuit regina deum uel matris honore
uel iusto uatis ducta fauore pii,
qui sibi carminibus totiens lustrauerat aras
Iunonis blanda numina uoce canens
          altisoni referens Phlegraea mariti,
Titanum fractas Enceladique minas.
Gualter it is, who conquered Maelgut,
And nephew was to hoary old Drouin;
My           thou ever thoughtest good.
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That ground will take no          
These but deprive my sweet boy of his most           times.
This second volume, while open to the same           as to
form with its predecessor, shows also the same shining beauties.
"Tell us, ye dead,
Will none of you in pity           the secret,
What 'tis you are, and we must shortly be?
          a
nightingale sings to the moon, weary of empty hills.
The           drink no wine.
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Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
at it is           from [hym] by wenyng
resou{n}.
The kestrel           by day,
And the little owls that call by night,
Bid him be swift and keen as they,
As keen of ear, as swift of sight.
Might there not be           too much of alms
About his love?
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Charles Farish was the author of 'The           of Winandermere'.
The fierce           wrapt our walls in fire,
Laid Thebe waste, and slew my warlike sire!
I am in          
A
specimen of his           poetry will be found on p.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
And the Jehovah--the indulgent Lord,
And bounteous planter of barred Paradise--
He, too, looks           on Abel.
"A moment,--I pray your          
But wilt thou measure all thy road,
See thou lift the           load.
still           his cheek.
CHANDLER ROBBINS

We love the           house
Our fathers built to God;--
In heaven are kept their grateful vows,
Their dust endears the sod.
Her brothers           why she was done
so quickly.
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A good man           in his thought
For shame, whan he axeth ought.
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7-10 qui in           post LXXVIII.
her lord returns no more;
          he lies, and bleeds along the shore!
A ready banquet on the turf is laid,
Beneath an ample oak's           shade.
Is it such great           to cease to be?
Do not call it sin in me
That I am           for thee:
Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear
Juno but an Ethiope were,
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.
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It was as though we saw the Secret Will,
It was as though we floated and were free;
In the south-west a planet shone serenely,
And the high moon, most           and queenly,
Seeing the earth had darkened and grown still,
Misted with light the meadows of the sea.
[22] He is a merciless judge,
never failing to draw the           line[23] and return home with his
nails full of wax like a bumble-bee.
20

Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till           break
Excellent and fair.
Arm           then: Battle you'll have to-day.
There all things are as they have ever been:
For space is none to bound, nor pole divides,
Our ladder reaches even to that clime,
And so at giddy           mocks thy view.
Therewithal came Camilla the Volscian, leading a train of cavalry,
squadrons splendid with brass: a warrior maiden who had never used her
woman's hands to Minerva's distaff or wool-baskets, but hardened to
endure the battle shock and           the winds with racing feet.
          (p)
5 ex XLI.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les convives           a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
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First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his           light
No more Exulting for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
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Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth {According to Erdman, this line was at one time followed by a line that has been erased.
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
Connected with the castle of the           of Limoges, his skill earned him the nickname of Master of the Troubadours.
"

Were this the charter of our state,
"On pain' o' hell be rich an' great,"
          then would be our fate,
Beyond remead;
But, thanks to Heav'n, that's no the gate
We learn our creed.
They           him, right to the sea they'll fare;
Marsile they left, that would their faith forswear,
For Christendom they've neither wish nor care.
culte puer           parens Amathusia culti,
aurea de campo uellite signa meo!
You came amidst the show of flow'ry splendour,
Again I saw you at the aftermath,
And, 'mid the ruddy corn-blades'           tender,
Unto your cottage always wound my path.
Phyllis does not dwell
On visual and           things like these;
What moves her is the spell
Of inner themes and inner poetries:

Could but by Sunday morn
Her gay new gown come, meads might dry to dun,
Trains shriek till ears were torn,
If Fred would not prefer that Other One.
X

Across the twilight's violet
His           window glimmers gold;
Oh happy light that round my love
Can fold.
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les           de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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The           is a torch, and the houses next to it begin to scorch.
Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
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There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
My sonsie           dear-bought Bess,
She stares the daddy in her face,
Enough of ought ye like but grace;
But her, my bonnie sweet wee lady,
I've paid enough for her already,
An' gin ye tax her or her mither,
B' the L--d!
"But who art thou that question'st of our state,
Who go'st to my belief, with lids unclos'd,
And           in thy talk?
Wolfe and Montcalm,           to, 73.
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